I will admit, I'm a tad bit stoned. But only a little bit. Just enough that I feel good, but not too much that I feel too lethargic and clogged. I still need to be on my toes around Dev, after all. He seems harmless, nonetheless, especially since he's stoned out of his mind right now. He's so high he could lick the moon if he wanted. He's laying back in his bed, staring at the ceiling, and muttering some incoherent straight genius, nonsensical shit.
I decide to investigate this place a little better while he's checked into the Heaven on Earth Hotel. The place is really simple. Dev and his "pa" seem to have few possessions and are very minimalistic. Although that could not really be a choice, considering they're virtually in the middle of nowhere. They probably can't drive to, like, fucking Ikea or something.
Ikea... now that's a Heaven on Earth.
On the wall beside the firewood, I find a calendar. The month is set to August and the year is 2015. Must be a really old calendar, I think, since 2015 was 5 or 6 years ago... wonder why it's still up. I make a mental note to ask Dev about that when he's sobered up.
Time passes by, and soon its dark out, and Dev is relatively un-stoned now. He's making some stew over the fire pit for the both of us. He told me that his pa probably won't be back for at least another day or two, so we don't have to worry about providing meals for him. From his tone, it sounds like making meals is a pretty laborious job. Dev doesn't complain, but I know that the fire pit isn't anything like a stove, and the wild boar stew isn't a Big Mac.
As we sit down on the ground to eat, I decide to inquire about the calendar.
"Hey, Dev?"
"Mm?" He looks up from his bowl, which is technically just a coconut shell cut in half.
"Why do you have such an old calendar up on the wall? 2015 was years ago."
Dev gives me a funny look. "Kurosawa, you sure is weird. That there calendar is this year. Is 2015, f'sure."
"No... it's 2020. Or 2021. But it's definitely not 2015."
"Looks, I knows they's gots lotsa different time zone thingies in the 'civilized world,' but I's sure as hell that it's 2015. I promise." Dev says and slurps on his stew.
I look at the calendar from afar, and my heart beats fast. Not only am I supposed to be dead and am somehow alive and on a random island, but it's 2015, too? I set down my coconut bowl on the ground and excuse myself outside before vomiting again.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Five
I will admit, I'm a tad bit stoned. But only a little bit. Just enough that I feel good, but not too much that I feel too lethargic and clogged. I still need to be on my toes around Dev, after all. He seems harmless, nonetheless, especially since he's stoned out of his mind right now. He's so high he could lick the moon if he wanted. He's laying back in his bed, staring at the ceiling, and muttering some incoherent straight genius, nonsensical shit.
I decide to investigate this place a little better while he's checked into the Heaven on Earth Hotel. The place is really simple. Dev and his "pa" seem to have few possessions and are very minimalistic. Although that could not really be a choice, considering they're virtually in the middle of nowhere. They probably can't drive to, like, fucking Ikea or something.
Ikea... now that's a Heaven on Earth.
On the wall beside the firewood, I find a calendar. The month is set to August and the year is 2015. Must be a really old calendar, I think, since 2015 was 5 or 6 years ago... wonder why it's still up. I make a mental note to ask Dev about that when he's sobered up.
Time passes by, and soon its dark out, and Dev is relatively un-stoned now. He's making some stew over the fire pit for the both of us. He told me that his pa probably won't be back for at least another day or two, so we don't have to worry about providing meals for him. From his tone, it sounds like making meals is a pretty laborious job. Dev doesn't complain, but I know that the fire pit isn't anything like a stove, and the wild boar stew isn't a Big Mac.
As we sit down on the ground to eat, I decide to inquire about the calendar.
"Hey, Dev?"
"Mm?" He looks up from his bowl, which is technically just a coconut shell cut in half.
"Why do you have such an old calendar up on the wall? 2015 was years ago."
Dev gives me a funny look. "Kurosawa, you sure is weird. That there calendar is this year. Is 2015, f'sure."
"No... it's 2020. Or 2021. But it's definitely not 2015."
"Looks, I knows they's gots lotsa different time zone thingies in the 'civilized world,' but I's sure as hell that it's 2015. I promise." Dev says and slurps on his stew.
I look at the calendar from afar, and my heart beats fast. Not only am I supposed to be dead and am somehow alive and on a random island, but it's 2015, too? I set down my coconut bowl on the ground and excuse myself outside before vomiting again.